colourlessly drab
perpetual pointlessness
I had a dream the other night
the sky was as grey as slate,
and i knew only too well
i was walking an astral plane,
people here don’t know the truth
they think themselves alive,
but me i walk among them nightly
a conjoined heaven of lies,
a peggy kane type of reality
though that’s all she’s right about,
with no escape for those contained
a sealed place– there’s in no out,
many years ago i travelled there
and was told this was my lot,
heaven is a hell run by archons
we’re energetic cattle for their pot,
